Blessings (save Money Prayer) Lyrics - Chance The Rapper

Heads bowed for the curly haired sons of Abraham 

Dear father, guide all my brothers away from Sam 

If they ever get caught let's hope they shake that jam 

If they ever get caught let's hope they shake that jam 

Shake that jam 

Heads bowed for the curly haired sons of Abraham 

Dear father, guide all my brothers away from Sam 

If they ever get caught let's hope they shake that jam 

If they ever get caught let's hope they shake that jam 

Shake that jam 

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Chance The Rapper, song singer 

Senior bong steamer 

Light up hot wheels 

Locked up wrong steamer 

Dreamer long beamers 

Our neighbors their lawns greener 

We wrestle with envy then act up John Cena 

Chance the lord Bennett referred to as word chemist 

The bourbon is slurred sentences 

Turning our burned bridges 

Cigarette stained smile, all covered in sin 

My big homie died young just turned older than him 

Getting hyped up got them bad bitches on it 

Getting knocked up off a nigga bad luck 

Getting scared now with them IRS audits 

All the tax money that I didn't add up 

That I didn't get yet but they think that I got it 

Keep a long shirt so they think that I got it 

And if they all dummy and a nigga get bodied 

It was really, really ill, I know a nigga got ah ah 

Hell yeah I'll always get a pick with y'all niggas 

Pull up in our vans all 6 of y'all niggas 

I seen all the tweets and the tips from y'all niggas 

Got hands for them niggas that pick on your niggas 

Loving your love, an album to come 

I bet that you love it comes out in a month 

Chance the astounding class clown 

Turned out to amounting to something 

Photos 

And that's something 3001, ah 

I count my blessings too often 

My best friends on one hand 

My sheep when I'm done here 

Gotta get up, get up 

I count my blessings too often 

My best friends on one hand 

My sheep when I'm done here 

Gotta get up, get up 

Knock knock said the fist to the world 

Shine sun through the mist and debris 

Bang bang said the fist to the young 

Silence from the lips of the free 

Say something important 

Say something important 

Make money the end of the week 

But that shit coming soon, I'm getting hungry 

Might sell out in a couple of weeks 

But my crib they buckin' and they just called Buddy 

That's lil bro 

Even though last time we spoke 

He was arguing, but we still stay close 

Ask God to watch the squad 

On God, battle niggas to the death, alright 

Fuck your squad and the whole facade 

I ain't never scared of where a nigga reside 

Ask for my sauce on the side 

Extra mileage on the ride 

Express, I'mma grab my chain 

Cause it's extra violence all on the nine 

Ten days, that's an awful lot 

Eleven squares in like fifteen minutes 

Sixteens when that album comes 

Spit twelve real quick boy, listen [?] 

I count my blessings too often 

My best friends on one hand 

My sheep when I'm done here 

Gotta get up, get up 

I count my blessings too often 

My best friends on one hand 

My sheep when I'm done here 

Gotta get up, get up 

Heads bowed for the curly haired sons of Abraham 

Dear father, guide all my brothers away from Sam 

If they ever get caught let's hope they shake that jam 

If they ever get caught let's hope they shake that jam 

Shake that jam 

Heads bowed for the curly haired sons of Abraham 

Dear father, guide all my brothers away from Sam 

If they ever get caught let's hope they shake that jam 

If they ever get caught let's hope they shake that jam 

Shake that jam